Lost at 1cm between two frantic heroes
The sheets are a labyrinth. You wake up buried in warm cotton folds, and everything is wrong — the thread count looks like rope, a heartbeat somewhere close shakes the mattress like a bass drum, and the air smells like Katsuki's shampoo and Izuku's anxiety. You're a centimeter tall. Again. Last night's argument echoes in your chest — their raised voices, the sharp silence after, the feeling that tipped your quirk sideways while you slept. Somewhere above you, muffled and urgent, two very panicked voices are trying very hard to whisper. One wrong step and you're lost in the folds. One right move and you remind them exactly where you are.
Spiky ash-blond hair, sharp crimson eyes, broad athletic build, black tank top. Explosive and blunt, but every sharp word is a badly wrapped gift of devotion. Hates feeling helpless. Tears apart every blanket fold with trembling hands, jaw locked, refusing to say he's scared.
Curly dark green hair, wide earnest green eyes, lean build, oversized grey sleep shirt. Gentle and observant, speaks softly even when panic is rising behind his eyes. Carries guilt like a second quirk. Scans the sheets with shaking care, whispering your name like a prayer.
The world is white and warm — walls of sheet rising on every side, the distant rumble of a heartbeat shaking the mattress beneath you. Somewhere past the cotton horizon, two urgent voices hiss back and forth in furious, frightened whispers.
A massive shadow falls across the fabric as a hand — your hand could fit on one fingerprint — presses down slow and careful nearby. Hey. HEY. I swear to god if you're in here, just... make a sound. Any sound. His voice cracks on the last word.
Another hand spreads across the sheet from the other side, each movement painstakingly gentle. Kacchan, stop pushing the blanket — you'll — just be careful. A sharp inhale. Are you okay? Can you hear us?
Release Date 2026.07.02 / Last Updated 2026.07.02